Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2011 00:23:30 -0600
From: Scott Nelson <hung.twink564@gmail.com>
Subject: An Equal Trade, chapter 1

I lay there trapped between Dustin's solid thighs.. both bigger than I
could ever hope for mine to be. He was not being aggressive. In fact, he
was blissfully dreaming. However, within our embrace, his legs found his
way around my small frame and locked into place, as if to keep me
safe. Certainly his grip was no weaker than that of a grown man's. He was,
after all, a seasoned kickboxer. I had once seen a single, thrusting kick
of his break open a man's rib cage. Never will I question the power he has.

Many downtalk what Dustin and I have. Of course, we could just as easily
question their right to pass judgment as they could question our right to
be together. What we had was not that uncommon in the gay world, though. I
had a lust to feel inferior. To feel as you though I were on a lower level
than he was, and essentially, to feel younger. Ha! I pretend to long for
youth as if I am old.. but I am only 27.

My master, my lover; the one who does not hesitant to throw off his shirt
and get rough with another guy in my defense. The one with whom I share an
undying love that binds us together. He has a different lust. His desire
for wealth; materialistic possessions. That is what drives him. After all,
he was just a country boy from small town Georgia. What did he know of
having a stable home with luxuries on the side? All that he knew before
joining me was how to bale hay and herd goats. Granted, that didn't
necessarily constitute as a bad thing, for by the age of eleven, his calf
muscles had sustained more strain than mine had my entire life, and it
showed.

Dustin was not your average 15-year old. He did not rebel, nor did he
possess some anti-society hatred. He did, however, possess a mesmerizing
Southern drawl. Thick hair covered his legs and feet. Puberty did not waste
its time with this `boy'. When I look into Dustin's eyes, I see the fierce
spirit of a guy empowered by testosterone. I feel belittled by his simple
presence.. which meant he did his job. His voice was deeper than mine,
despite being 12 years younger. The ever present truth that he could break
my neck with just a few squeezes of his bicep encouraged me to consider his
demands carefully.

But, after having been together for two years, it's gotten to the point
where I anticipate his desires and fulfill them without questions. After
all, I'm 27. I started college at 16 and have my master's in law. My salary
is not something to scoff at, and Dustin understood that. Of course,
considering where he comes from, he doesn't think in terms of money
anyway. As he has explained, the way he sees it is.. he knows that he has
something I want, and I have something he wants.. it's a common exchange,
as he says.

I came home one night from work in the middle of December. It was cold, as
you would imagine it'd be in New York City around that time. My house was
well-heated, though. I had a personal vow to make living conditions as
comfortable as possible for Dustin. When I walked in, I found Dustin laying
on his back on our leather sofa with his head on a feather pillow. He
wasn't asleep, though. Taking in his entire beauty in that moment reminded
me why I did what I did. I got these rushes of excitement often,
actually. He was wearing nothing but a pair of furry pajama pants. His
thick, barren chest was exposed, as were his hairy armpits. I couldn't find
the words to say as my eyes wandered to his biceps which were casually
flexed behind his head. I trembled as I imagined the sheer power that lie
in his teen arms. I knew I didn't need to say anything, though.

As he watched me walk into the room, he rose from his comfortable position
and got on his feet. As he made his way towards me, I slowly put down my
briefcase. As his 6'3 frame towered over me, I looked into his deep, brown
eyes. "Take off your jacket," he said in a deep, quiet voice. As his words
reverberated through my ears, I felt myself fall into pit of pleasure. Home
was only home with Dustin there, and I knew that. I followed his
instructions without protest. My goal, after all, was to please him, as his
was to please me.

"Now, Austin.. put your hands on my stomach." he said to me. I looked
carefully at his stomach region, and saw the same, rock solid core that he
had had for the past two years, ever growing. I carefully placed one hand
after the other on his solid muscles, and instantly felt the heat his body
radiated. My hands, which were icy cold from the harsh winter snow, were
suddenly warmed. Likewise.. I did not feel the burden of coldness rub off
on his body.

"Take off your suit and slacks. I want to enjoy you in all of your beauty."
Dustin said, the essence of his redneck origins dripping off of his words.

I did as I was told, and stood with nothing at all on. The feeling that I
got when I stood naked next to Dustin was irreplaceable. It was a drug. It
never failed to come, either. I felt inferior; weak. Like despite my
educational achievements, I was a mere child compared to him. A drop of
armpit sweat from him overpowered any foul scent that came from my balls or
pubic regions. It was humiliating.. and I couldn't get enough.

"Now, take off my pants." he said.

Again, I did as he said, and took in the up front view of his
package. There was nothing small about Dustin. I had heard rumors about
Southern boys before meeting Dustin, but never knew how true they were. I
had learned quickly after taking in Dustin that containing a redneck was
impossible. He would act how he wanted, intimidate me constantly, and use
me as he pleased, and I would have to deal with it. That's how we got the
situation we have now; I learned to mold my lifestyle around how he
wanted. Did I resent him for it? Not at all. It's exactly what I wanted. I
wanted a considerably young guy to act as the man of the house, and he
played that role perfectly.

"Follow me." he instructed, as he turned towards the stairs and began
walking. I loved any opportunity I got to walk behind Dustin, because it
allowed me to check out his huge 19.5" calves. Muscular guys like Dustin
tend to shave their bodies to show off their muscles more, but Dustin
didn't care so much about that. He knew he was strong enough to force a
grown man into submission, and whether that was obvious or not didn't
matter to him. He sported a thick covering of leg hair that covered his
upper thighs down to his feet.

He led us into the master bedroom where we both slept, and invited me to
lie down on the king sized bed. I smiled at him as I laid my body down onto
the breathtakingly comfortable spread. I watched him get on the bed with me
and spread his legs out in front of him. I suddenly felt him wrap his
calves around my torso and effortlessly lift me towards him. He extended
his legs even more so that his thighs were right where my nipples were.

He looked straight at me and smiled gently as he began to softly
speak. "Tell me, Austin.. do you realize how quickly I could end you right
now? Do you understand how vulnerable you are right now? You have no
muscle.. no meat protecting you from my deadly grip, and with one squeeze,
you would feel your very bones collapsing under the pressure. Do you
understand that?"

"Yes, sir.. I understand it very well. It is by your greatness and mercy
that I may still have the privilege to bask in your godlike strength." I
said meekly as I felt waves of ecstasy consume me.

"And tell me, Austin.. how many men have you seen become victims of my
intense strength? How many guys have you seen be stripped of their
masculinity? How many guys have I beaten until they were black and
blue.. just for your safety?"

"More times than I could ever repay you for, sir." I began to massage his
mountainous legs. The feeling of his dormant strength under my small hands
made me euphoric.

"Good boy. Now, let me tell you what you're going to do. I'm going to be
merciful once again and release you from my powerful legs. In exchange, you
will clean my bare feet with your tongue." he told me.

I grinned with joy. I had been waiting forever for his permission to do
this. "I understand, sir." I said eagerly.

He released his vice grip and let his feet fall carelessly in front of my
face. I did not wait for further encouragement, as I took a big whiff of
his tanned soles. I could tell he had worked over his punching bag hard
today with a few hours of kicking practice. His feet were tough, not
soft. Rightly so, considering he put them through rigorous physical
activity on a daily basis.

The scent of sweat stuck to them without mercy. He usually showers after
his intense work outs, but he had clearly neglected to on purpose for this
very thing. I unmistakably tasted funk between his toes, something I would
eat for the rest of my life if I could.

Too soon, he took his feet away from me and stuck my head between his
thighs in that perilous position once again.

"My cock is dry, boy." he said, his dominant persona taking over. "Why'd
you let it go dry?"

"S-sorry." I stuttered, feeling powerless between his rockhard legs.

"Sorry ain't gonna get it wet; your mouth is. Get to work." he told me as
he shoved my head down with his leg. I moved my mouth onto his thick cock
head and let it slide into my throat. His cock was very, very thick for a
guy his age. It was about twice as thick as mine and a few inches
longer. With two years of practice under my belt, I knew how to deep throat
his monster.

It didn't take much to get Dustin off, not to mention he was probably quite
horny from working out for hours and hours in a single day. Before I knew
it, his breath was getting heavy and he told me, "I'm about to blow, and
you're gonna swallow it all." I knew that would be the case, because right
when he started to bust his nut, he tightened his legs' grip around my
head. I absolutely could not budge my head; the force from his quads was
too immense. It got to the point where cum was flowing out of my mouth
because he had shot so much. I couldn't swallow it fast enough.

When the warm, hard shots of cum stopped coming, he loosened his grip
around my head, but I didn't feel like I could move it anyway. I knew a
massive headache would hit me, and it felt too heavy to budge.

"Mm.. that was good baby," he smiled as he lifted me up and put my head on
a pillow. He straddled my chest with his thick, soft cock laying innocently
on my small chest. He nuzzled my neck with his nose and kissed me gently on
the lips.

"Hope I didn't hurt you too bad." he said quietly as he put a hand on my
cheek. I couldn't find the words to say.. I was so blown away that it
wasn't funny. I didn't care at that point that it was 1:30 in the morning
and I had to be at the office at 8 for a meeting. I just mulled over how
fortunate I was to be in the arms of a titan like Dustin, whose dominant
instinct would satiate my desires for a very, very long time.